A Taste of The Written Word.
To Write a Word
In fourth grade I wrote a horror story set in a parallel world. This story was about my friends and I trying to survive and escape from an underground desert of quick-sand. There was no light and no hope. Only after each and every one of my friends had completely sunk beneath the sand, did I then realize that sinking below was the only escape back into my own universe. Ever since my fourth grade teacher--seemingly evil and vicious at the time--took me aside and told me how wonderful my story was, I have wanted to be a writer. The idea of taking words and forming something of your own creation is fascinating; scientists must use the same numbers and create something from what they have been given. Mathematics is a universal language itself (a scary and foreign language!), but there are countless other languages in the world; all structured differently and allowing for different approaches and techniques. You can only go about a calculus problem so many ways, but the ending is always the same—if you get the right answer.
In literature, there can be many unique ways to arrive at an ending, or the ending can be completely omitted. This allows for creativity and ingenuity. This is the reason I enjoy writing so much; it allows for freedom in technique and tactic. In addition to my love for writing, I also have a strong love of fiction. To read someone else’s words is to know a tiny piece of the author; ones personality echoes through ones words. If an author has a morbid sense of humor, or an extremely over-active imagination, by reading their work the readers can get a sense of what the person writing is like. Passion is seen through their language.
Bursts of color seep from a world of black and white. Prepare for the raw power of the written word...
See the world around you. And report in any way you can.
Perfect Lies wind around the heart of time.
Turning and twisting; throwing the numbers out the window
Standing above the ashen earth, we gaze
Marks above the name.
Sealing the sky with the kiss of thunder
Tears of grey that fall asunder
We still arrive against the sky: broken and banished by the thought
Of story-length sorrows.
Just between you and me
I’ve got this one covered.
With letters and joy we’ll write our names
In the tastes of an autumn night
Under the stars and rain.